Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Radar has duplicates in the company safe.
One for this afternoon, and one tonight—— the season‘s first doubleheader.
[Trapper] Come on, Cowboy / know you can hear me.
would you believe me ifI said I was gonna miss you?
From the Cowboy. Base hospital in Lakeland.
Sir, I hate to wake you——
We‘re notjiving you, Cowboy.
I‘ll sign that.
Would you translate that, please ?
Why, he might‘ve been killed.
Mmm,wi|l that be all, sir?
[Gunshot]
I‘ll see what I can do.
Can I getyou anything?
No, no, I‘ll concede the hole, and the game,
- Sir? — Not now, Radar.
Pack up your gear. I‘ll get somebody to drive you.
That‘s great. I‘m glad.
She may not look it,
Oh, yeah? Where were you this afternoon, McIntyre?
Why don‘t you hit first?
He‘s trying to get you a driver.
I can‘t hearyou.
[Rings]
I‘m gonna count to one, and then you‘d better be out of here.
Stuffed ‘em specially.
Over at the supply tent doin‘ a hundred—yard dash with a nurse.
—Sir? —No!
It doesn‘t look all that serious.